Return of the Goddess
Special thanks to @BrightNeonThings for the suggestion, pictures and for being an all around amazing person ❤️
“Hello!?” Sarah called out in the darkness.
Moments earlier she had been examining the hieroglyphics of a large stone tablet in her office at the National History museum. Now the bookish archeologist had no idea where she was. She had simply touched the tablet and found herself in complete darkness.
Suddenly a bright light filled the space and for the first time she could see she was now inexplicably in a large Egyptian throne room. Gold and precious jewels seemed to plate every surface. The light seemed to have its origin near the back of the room, on a magnificent gold throne.
“Hello?” She called out again “anyone here?”
Her voice echoed around the cavernous room reflecting off the elegant gold surfaces. She made her way to the throne, it seemingly the only real source of importance. As her brown sensible shoes clacked off the ground she thought she could hear whispers on the light draft. She had to be hearing things she thought, or more accurately hoped.
She reached the throne to find inexplicably the source of the light to be a stack of simple looking gold jewellery and a very modest outfit. Rings, bracelets, a neck peice and barely enough cloth to cover up someone’s private parts. Plain and boring, surely something someone who sat on a throne would never wear and yet Sarah couldn’t take her eyes off of them. Then she heard the whispers again, clearer, closer as if her consciousness was speaking to her.
“Wear it Sarah…. It would all look so good on you… You deserve them”
The whispers seemed to be feminine and seductive. They kind of sounded like Sarah but confident, dominant, powerful.
“It is quite pretty, sexy even” she said aloud.
Sarah had never been one for jewellery, dresses or “pretty” things in general. More than once she had been called a tomboy, she actually embraced the name. Rings and bracelets weren’t something she ever desired but these were calling to her asking her to wear them, to make them hers.
“You don’t want someone else to take your it do you?” Said the whispers
She stared transfixed on them as her mind flashed to her eventually getting out and having to hand over everything she found and a sudden burst of anger filled her mind. No one could have them, they were hers.
“These don’t belong in a museum” she said putting the jewellery on slowly, taking pleasure as each piece fit perfectly on her body “they belong to me.”
“Mmmmm yesssss” the whispers continued “all yours.”
She started to take off her clothes, let her hair down and tossed her glasses aside. As the last peice of the outfit slid on she suddenly had the realisation of what she was doing. This was crazy, she just materialised minutes ago in an old Egyptian throne room and now here she was nearly naked and wearing ancient jewellery.
“What am I doing?” She said not expecting an answer but getting one.
“You're fulfilling your destiny” said the whispers that now had formed into the ghostly image of a beautiful woman before her.
Sarah stared in disbelief at her. She was wearing everything Sarah had on but was tanned and gorgeous. There was also something very familiar about her.
“Who are you?” Sarah said in fear.
“Oh you and I have a long history. I am Sekmet, the Godess of Gods. I ruled the world with an iron fist for a thousand years but then my enemies trapped me in the mind of a simple slave girl. I have been passed from ancestor to ancestor waiting for one worthy enough to become the Goddess again. I have been laying dormant in your mind since you were born but now I will rule this world once again and all will love and fear me” she said laughing in glee.
“No I won’t let you!” Sarah shouted. “I’ll stop you!”
Sekmet laughed again “Oh my dear you couldn’t even stop yourself from putting on my outfit. My mind has been guiding you all these years to this moment, embrace my darkness, embrace my beauty, embrace me!”
Sarah tried to fight but Sekmet was too powerful. She took control of Sarah’s hand and directed it towards her wet pussy and started to massage it.
Sarah noticed her nails had changed. They were now sharpened to points and painted obsidian black. They made her feel bad and she liked it. As Sekmet guided her new fingers to touch her clit she felt a shiver coarse through her body.
“Oh fuck what are you doing” Sarah moaned “stop! Stop! Ohhhh fuck don’t stop!”
Sekmet smirked evilly as she dissipated into thin air. Sekmet moved Sarah's free hand, grabbed her tit and started to squeeze it tightly. She rubbed circles with her sharp fingernail around her now rock hard nipples.
“Oh Goddess this feels so fucking good. Give me more!” Sarah said more demanding than requesting. Her soul was getting corrupted the more she gave in. She could feel aspects of her personality drop away and get replaced by the desires and urges of Sekmet. Power like she never felt before pulsated through her body.
"Tell me, how do you feel?" Sekmet teased
"Strong, powerful, mmmm superior" Sarah said in between orgasms.
“This is how it feels to be me all the time. Accept your destiny as Goddess of this pathetic land and you will experience pleasures beyond comparison. Now take over, show me that you are worthy of my power” Sekmet whispered seductively in her mind.
Sarah didn’t want to give in, she wanted to fight but the evil energy that rippled through her every second was too inviting. She felt Sekmet relequish control to her. For a second she considered ripping off the outfit that started all this and running out of there but she was too drunk on the power of the Goddess.
“Yessss thats it Sarah, give in and cum for me.”
Sarah was intoxicated by Sekmet’s voice and wanted to please her and so did as she asked and came in waves of pleasure. Her body began to shift and change the more she orgasmed. Her pale complexion turned to a brilliant bronzed tan. Her dull brown hair darkened and lengthened. Her kind and caring demeanour morphed into a cold yet stunningly beautiful face.
"Now Sarah tell me what do you crave?"
"Mmmm power. Delicious evil power" Sarah said, her voice sounding more and more like Sekmet.
"And what will you do to achieve this?"
"ANYTHING!" Sarah screamed in pleasure as she came again.
"Good. Then sit upon your throne and I will give you all that you desire.
Sarah stopped pleasuring herself and licked her fingers clean. She turned around and caught her reflection in the gold throne. She was now almost totally transformed into Sekmet and couldn't recognise the woman she once was.
She pictured herself clad in the finest clothing and jewellery being waiting on hand and foot. She smirked at the thoughts of the armies she would lead in the total domination of the world. She couldn't wait to merge fully with the Goddess.
“Mmmmm yes give me the power Goddess, I want to feel what it’s like to be a truly evil bitch.” Sarah cooed as she sat upon the throne in delight.
A bright light exploded from throne and bathed the room in white. When it returned to normal Sarah was sat on the throne with her eyes changed from her natural blue to pure gold.
She stood up and waved her hand. A full length mirror appeared hovering in front of her. She vainly took in her new gorgeous body.
“Mmmmm I feel finally complete” she said running a hand over her new body and adjusting her head dress.
“Time to test out all my body’s ‘capabilities’ ” she said smiling to herself as she thought of all the men and women she would enjoy corrupting to her side. It was dirty work being a Goddess and she was just getting started.
